Cleared for takeoff, I left it behind
High in the sky, out of my mind
The beaten wing climbed and climbed
The in-flight movie was broken
And everybody cared but me
It made me want to cry
The city was dry
The people were dying
In a haze of empty vice
The meadows were a memory
Just dust storms and red thorns
And liquor spat up in the streets
The tears of creatures' broken dreams
Evaporated swiftly in the searing heat.
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I fucking hate Las Vegas.
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